#art needs a human connection

[so-sick-of-17]

Seriously?! There is a chat gbt Anderperry fic on ao3? Gag! Get that away from me. No one wants to see your disgusting chat gbt story. I can’t call it a work because no work was done and I can’t call it fanfic because how much of a fan could you possibly be if you don’t write it yourself!? “I wanted to see a happier ending to the movie.” There are hundreds of stories you could have picked from that a real person actually created because they care about the characters. They are all infinitely better than anything a computer could have produced because they actually have a human connection and people who actually are capable of liking the movie and the characters. That tag is my happy place and it is tainted by that monstrosity. Normally I would be incredibly annoyed no matter the fandom, but for Dead Poets Society?! Really?! The movie about how art is tied with humanity?! Did you watch the movie?! Every single character would be disgusted by the use of ai to produce art. Art doesn’t exist without humanity and some cheep to imitation is an insult to anyone that actually works to make art.

[the-barefoot-hatter]

Pyramid Steve's favourite treat is pre-1982 pennies

(Ford slooooowly starting to realize his muse of infinite knowledge might, in fact, be a dumbass.)

[tobyisave]

obsolete

[shiraishi--kanade]

"It's so embarrassing to admit I only create art for validation" did paleolithic humans not paint for other humans to see. Does a child making their first drawing to show their parents makes it any less valuable. Do gardens arranged for the visitors' eyes make the roses any less beautiful. Do love poems written for one person alone to hear make your heart ache less. You're fine

[iamfuckingsorry]

So I've recently realized that murderbot's been translated into my native language and it's apparently a he in the translation (which admittedly makes sense, because it's a heavily gendered language and 1. gender-neutral language doesn't really exist in general and 2. "bot" and all the related words - I believe they use "droid" for mb in the translation - are grammatically masculine).

It made me curious how it's been handled in other translations though!

*e.g. being referred to by multiple gendered nouns/pronouns depending on the context, like both "bot" (masculine) and "machine" (feminine).

[claitea]

i've had these scenarios written down since volo's debut in pokemon masters and i just really wanted to scribble them down and finally release them

[trustymikh]

open for better quality

I imagine Emperor's body is slowly morphing from flesh to that space matter that ancient caller Moira consists of. The armour is used as a sort of shell to help him stay in a humanoid form consistently

[ineed-to-sleep]

Yk I don't think ai art will ever really substitute real art. Like I don't think a future like that is possible, and if I'm wrong, we'd be living in the saddest, most depressing version of reality.

The thing about ai is that it will never be able to tell you a story in the way that an artist who actually drew the image will. Even my old drawings I did at age 13 with the wonky poses and huge anime eyes could tell you more of a story than ai ever could, even if it was just a very human story about a kid who liked soulcalibur iv and wanted to draw her ocs. If I'd only been messing with ai back then instead of picking up a pencil, imagine how sad it would be to look back and realize the art said absolutely nothing about me or my personality or intentions or where I was at in my life and with my skills.

It might look pretty. Maybe. But that's it. The result is shallow. You can't read into it, you can't think about the person behind it, because it says nothing about them. It's honestly the saddest thing. I hate to think about a future where people only want to produce ai art because it just sounds so empty. You can see none of yourself and your tastes and your history in an ai produced image. I think that's what people mean when they say ai art is souless and has no human behind it, because even if a human used the ai tool to generate it, there's none of themselves in it.

Real art feels more like an inescapable mirror. An amalgamation of the things you love poured into every line and brushstroke. A frankenstein of everything in the visual world that has ever inspired or fascinated you, built up over a lifetime of learning and repetition. And the more you learn and the better you get the more it grows and the more of yourself you can see in it, the more it looks back and screams at you the story of who you are. If your art doesn't feel like a living thing your hands have birthed then what's even the point?

[awriternamedart]

Dull, rosy red could only watch and burn into his back as Sampo walked away with his hands in his pockets, not even looking back as he waved goodbye to Natasha. He couldn't do much to avoid her questions, sure, but she never pressed, something Sampo both was grateful for, and.. nevermind.

If you need anything, tell me. What a thing to be say to him! Why would he need to anything? He was Sampo Koski!

He hummed a little as he danced between the shadows, slipping through the tired, cracked streets. The Underground was pleasant today, at least, something he only entertained as he took in the stuffy, dusty air. It was almost enough to make a man cough! Turning into an alley helped the dust a little bit, though the stuffy nature never went away. A leap, a grab, and a little bit of scrambling got him up the wall and onto the window ledge, getting enough leverage to slip inside his little hideaway. He would have gone to the quarters Wildfire provided him, but with that look in her eye, he didn't want to dare cross paths with Natasha for a few weeks. She had an intuition he had only seen two other people match, and he wasn't in the mood for an interogation!

The less she knew about him, the better. Not that there was much to know to begin with~!

He had to laugh a little at the thought. Being blindsighted by Hook's persistent questions like what his favorite color was had been amusing in hindsight, really— he hadn't had any answers for her. Favorite color, food, toy— she had bombarded him and he had just stumbled over his words before making an escape. The kid just wouldn't take 'I don't have one' for an answer, the possiblity never even crossed her little mind!

Perhaps you should get some favorites? No, no, that would make him to personable. Hes lovable, but not meant to be loved, yknow~? Giving himself a little bit to much humanity would dare people to try— this distance was enough to keep himself safe. Sampo Koski didn't need friends, after all, not a single person had to know his name. He just had to survive.

With a whistle, Sampo shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the half-broken chair. The broken mirror shattered his reflection as he walked past, a sight so familiar he barely gave it mind. There was a sense of comfort here as he flopped into a lopsided arm chair, in knowing that no one would try to find him here. He had only given a few people reason to chase him, and it wasn't like any of them were down here~. There was no risk of being disturbed free to recuperate and plan his next move as much as he liked.

If something's going on, you need to tell me, Sampo. The only way this works is if we trust each other.

Sampo chortled at the idea. Natasha, bless her heart- she tried, she really tried~! His eyes drifted to the red ribbon carelessly crumpled up in the corner, the last gift he had gotten while on this planet. It was amusing to think someone thought him, him, important enough to be given a major role in this story.

We can't help you if you're going to be an elusive prick.

Seele's voice still rang clear in his head, the hints of disgust still layered in her voice. Sampo had to give it to her, he thought she would throw away that ole scythe when she found out he had sourced it for her.

What do you want…? Nat told me to be careful around you.

He had to give it to Luka, the lad had spunk. He was still very wary around him to, he had to applaud him~ caution was smart!

Y'know, with that fake smile of yours- some people might think you don't trust them. Don't pocket the wrench.

Serval had the brightest mind on this planet, if Sampo was to be any judge. She was wicked smart and knew her way around a toolbox better then himself!! He had to look back at it with some fondness, she kept up fast with him.

Son, I still can't get a read on you, but you've got a good heart.

Oleg's sentiment had come as total surprise, though Sampo had been quick to discard it. How could he be a judge for Sampo's heart? The one on his sleeve was merely scribbled on with marker, barely legible as is.

As his head lolled off to the side, Sampo tried to ignore how something in his chest tried to get heavier, fall into his stomach and choke up his throat. The foreign feeling made him uncomfortable— it was nothing more then a hinderence. These people would connect with each other, with their fellow humans, but he was an outsider to that. He had no place in this web, and trying to entangle himself in it would only spell for disaster.

He just had to keep his distance, thats all there was to it.

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The Less They Know - awriternamedart

i lied get sampo angsted

[higgs-the-god]

something about hurting...

[thefloatingstone]

I really want to draw something meaty and put some characters into The Situations but I am dealing with a double whammy of art block and some REALLY insane migraine/Sinus issues the past 3 or 4 days.

So all I managed was a quick Solana. I wanted to give her a cool leg prosthetic but then I didn't really draw her legs sdjfdsjkfsdhf So that's the level of cognitive function I am dealing with at the moment

Fun fact! I really dislike a lot of the female turian design! So I just... ignored the parts I disliked lol.

[starlingstalk]

Who defines living anywayssssss

[axel-tiredstudent]

Spoiler for the next au character hehe

I might delete this in a while + no reblogs

[chewysgummies]

[[WIP; CONCEPT ART]]

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Hm, better than the few couple attempts I made. I'll admit.

[berryblooo]

We’re about to get the 1.2 update and finally learn some more about the tumultuous past between Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan, and Jingliu but god if I’m not more than a little happy for the first three that they’ve found a new community and family after their previous one was lost.

Dan Heng has the Express crew.

My hope for him in the story is that he has a moment where he realizes how much they’ve come to mean to him. He’s been so focused on running from his past that maybe he forgets to cherish the present.

Jing Yuan is the general for the Luofu. The whole ship looks to him for leadership.

He’s no longer that little boy looking to his master for guidance. He has Yanqing, Fu Xuan, Yukong, Tingyun—the whole Luofu.

Blade has the Stellaron Hunters.

It can be seen as purely transactional. Blade is a useful weapon and they’ll give him what he desires: death. But the little details the story sprinkles in—Kafka calling him Bladie, him accompanying Silver Wolf to arcades—shows that there’s fondness too.

I highlighted these three specifically because I don’t know if or think that Jingliu has found something else since the quintet.

Her appearance in Yanqing’s quest leads me to believe otherwise. She and Blade are very similar—struck with Mara and having certain ways to control it, yet all the more disconnected from reality and dangerous for it.

But the crucial difference is Blade has people he can rely on. It’s clear the Stellaron Hunters take care of each other in their own unorthodox way, even if it’s just following Elio’s script.

Jingliu doesn’t.

TL;DR found family matters. Those four were once family and their most important connections, then it fell apart.

Three of them have managed to find other people in their grief and it makes all the difference.

[adidasslut420]

This is how close I need to be to someone rn